Expectations - Charmed fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: Expectations
Fandom: "Charmed"
Disclaimer: not my characters.  just for fun.
Warnings: unchanged future
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 745
Point of view: third

 

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Don’t we deserve a happy ending? After everything?

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He expected too much and he knows it, now. Too late, of course.

It’s not fair, brutally so, and there’s nothing to be done. He can bitch and moan to stars forever and it won’t to change a thing, can’t—meant to be and all that shit.

‘Meant to be,’ the Elders would say, and fighting won’t do any good, because fate and destiny can’t be defeated.

He’s where he was always going, even with all his expectations of something better, something more. Memories of a life he never lived kept him up at night and he could feel the dagger in his gut at random times. But even with the knowledge of another world in his head, he couldn’t see a way out of this, an escape.

Meant to be, he supposes, and isn’t that just fucking right?

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After all the world had put them through, they deserved more. They’d earned it, paid for it with blood and sweat and tears. Paid for it with their lives, more than once, though they’d always found away back from death—except those four times.

They each earned a happy ending. But their life wasn’t a Disney movie, a kid’s version of the tale—they lived a Grimm story, and they got a Grimm ending.

The princess doesn’t live happily ever after with her true love. Not originally. And evil doesn’t care how good, how pure you are—it kills you all the same.

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Prue, of course, died first. Then Phoebe, then Paige, and last was Piper. Three of them were childless, but Piper had two, both sons. They were young when the Charmed Ones died, very young. They could barely remember the strongest witches in the world. And the slight memories were not enough. Nowhere near enough.

Leo did his best, and Victor, too—but it didn’t do any good.

Only their mother could have controlled them, but she was long dead and gone.

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And this was always their destination, from Wyatt’s first breath.

No sons for the Warren’s. No boys to fuck up the bloodline and fall from the path of the light.

Clearly, fate knew what it was doing all those years of only daughters born. Too bad—for everyone—that it allowed Wyatt into the world.

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Maybe Grams had the right of it when she told the Charmed Ones that men should not have magic, that men were flawed and flighty, that men fell too easily.

Or perhaps, the old proverb merely proved true: Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Either way, clearly something was wrong. Horribly, terribly, no way out wrong.

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And he can beg the stars for the old days he barely remembers but it won’t do a bit of good. Nothing will change.

He has all the power in the world, and his brother still more, but it doesn’t matter because some things are fucking meant to be and this, for some unfathomable reason, is one of them.

It doesn’t make sense, any of it. So little ever makes sense. And Wyatt’s lost his mind, decided the world should burn for his pleasure, and he can’t do a thing about it.

To his own shame, he knows he wouldn’t if he could.

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Because this is always where he was going. The invisible knife is in his gut, sharp and cold and unforgiving. He can see a childhood he never had; the little boy he never was is laughing at him.

Boys should not be born to the Warren line but they were. They were. And everything is paying the price.

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Wyatt watches the world from his high-rise, beyond the populace. They are not living beings in his eyes, only toys to be played with at his leisure.

And in turn, Chris watches him.

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The Charmed Ones deserved more. Wyatt has chosen to take it.

And there will be no happy ending, can’t be. Not with the world like it is, and it won’t become another way any time soon.

Chris always expected too much. He knows that now.

Watching Wyatt watch the world, he also knows that if he had to choose between his brother and everything else—which is the choice offered him—he would let the world burn.

He would watch the world and all her children burn to ash before he stood against Wyatt.

Chris steps up to the window beside his brother and wonders if there was ever another way.